|The gazebo and the lake.|
I rarely care to sit at the gazebo. Usually, the beach and a comfy lounger are enough, but since I brought down my art box with watercolors and gouache, I wanted the table. The roofed space was handy too. As the afternoon progressed, it was clear a storm was on its way with the occasional drizzle. After we bobbed in the lake, the paints were pulled out and lake water collected in a cup for some painting. Some of the finished watercolor sketches will be used in journal pages.
Time spent here was priceless . . . especially at Lugh.
|Looking across to the western shore.|
|A tremendously huge spider. I think it ate|
Cleveland on the way here.
|Bennie and I doing our watery paintings.|